care of yourself! I am sure I never thought I could be sorry to lose you!’

I took Peggotty to the coach office and saw her off. She cried at parting, and confided her brother to my friendship as Ham had done.

We had heard nothing of him since he went away, that sunny afternoon.

‘And now, my own dear Davy,’ said Peggotty, ‘if, while you’re a prentice, you should want any money to spend; or if, when you’re out of your time, my dear, you should want any to set you up (and you must do one or other, or both, my darling); who has such a good right to ask leave to lend it you, as my sweet girl’s own old stupid me!’

I was not so savagely independent as to say anything in